It was a quiet dinner at home. Nothing fancy...burgers and fries actually, but with a healthy twist. Extra lean ground beef on sandwich thins and sweet potato fries made in the oven. Who misses the fat when you have good food like that? Certainly not us...we scarfed it down.
So I'm finishing cleaning up the kitchen when all of a sudden Wayne bolts through the back door with a wild look on his face and eyes as big as saucers. I need help...NOW! he says. My mind was racing trying to figure out what was going on. Was he hurt? Did the grill blow off the back porch again? What has happened?
The what turns out to be a snake...a big snake. He'd gone out to put the grill away, and when he reached down to pick up the cover and put it back on it, he saw movement. It took a second to register, after all, the snake was dark and so was the cover, but then he realized his hand was just a foot or so from the slithery visitor. The snake went one way and Wayne went another. Good thing it was him; I'd still be screaming.
I rushed to the garage to get him a shovel and a hoe and we managed to kill the uninvited dinner guest. Okay...Wayne killed it and I stood back hollering eek! and yikes! This guy was about three feet long, and while it wasn't a moccasin, he clearly reared his head and bared his fangs before he met his end.
I suppose we're lucky in that we made it clear to September before our first snake encounter. Last year they were everywhere. What we want to know, however, is where was he before he got under the cover and does he have friends? Needless to say, it was exciting there for a while...but not the ending we expected to a quiet dinner at home.